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twisted and perverse reasons. ;)
Chapter 5
Either it was the coldness of the floor or someone stepping on him, something woke Spike up. Although he was a vampire, and a powerful one at that, little things like that tended to piss him off. Ready to brandish his fists and fight, he found, much to his annoyance that he couldn't. Sweeping his icy-blue eyes over himself, he soon discovered the reason why. His limbs were bound firmly together with tight, restrictive rope. At this little espial, the vampire began to flash angry looks at the others, who deliberately ignored him.
'Who stepped on me?' he demanded heatedly, struggling to release himself.
'No one, Spike,' Dawn answered simply, flicking her pigtails behind her ears and focusing on something else. What the bleedin' hell was Nibblet looking at? He thought angrily. Spike craned his neck round to try and it for himself, but it was all in vain. The two witches, Red and Glinda stood in front him, blocking his view. Mustering all his strength, he began to rock vigorously from side to side, focusing all his energy on the tight bonds that were around his arms and ankles.
'What the fu-'
'Now Spikey,' Anya cut in sharply, 'no bad language in front of Dawnie.' Anya. So that's what the birds were looking at.
'Move out of my bloody way woman! ' He snarled at Willow, who obeyed immediately, lest she incur his wrath. Anya was already in her costume, and what a costume! She was attired in a blood-red corset top, which was so tight, that her chest almost reached her neck. The rest of her was easy on the eyes too. Leather pants clung to her legs, emphasising the shapeliness of them. To top off her outfit, she donned spike-heeled boots that were black as well. Her make- up and her hair made her look, well vampish.
A low growl rumbled in his throat.
'Hey ogle-meister!' Xander snapped, stepping protectively in front of his girlfriend. 'Keep your creepy, leering, undead eyes off of my girl!' Anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke, but all Spike could do was snort with laughter. 'Think that's funny?' he demanded furiously. With a patient sigh, and a roll of his blue eyes, the vampire spoke again.
'It's not that mate, but just what or who the hell are you meant to be?'
'I'm a pirate,' the young man said defensively, drawing himself up a bit. 'I got my eye patch, my hooked hand and my wooden leg. Which reminds me.I can stake you with!' he bit off, a hint of threat in his voice.
'It's his costume from a while ago,' Willow piped up eagerly, now joining in the conversation. 'So I'd watch it if I were you,' she said pointedly, waving a finger at Spike. The blonde vampire now acknowledged Willow. To her cat costume, she added pointy ears, which sat neatly on her head. Another growl rumbled in his throat as he viewed the redhead.
'Gotta hand to you, Red' he said, roaming his eyes over her,' you scrub up nicely when you need to,' he said leeringly, and giving her a knowing wink. Tara instinctively moved much more closely to her girlfriend, shielding her from Spike: as if we would suddenly jump up and bite her.
'That's my girlfriend you're talking about,' she said, her voice cold, completely un-Tara like. She shot him a poisoned glare, before laying a gentle arm on her lover's shoulder. Spike just chuckled again.
'You too Glinda,' he added suggestively, now looking at her. 'I can see why you two are an item.' Willow bit her lip agitatedly, as if she was holding back something offensive to say to Spike.
'What about me?' Dawn asked, as if craving some attention. The others aimed warning looks at him, before the vampire uttered his response.
'Can't say that I liked 'The Wizard of Oz,'' he said tiredly, somewhat waving her question away. 'But that Judy Garland bird was a bit of a looker,' he added saucily, knowing that it would piss the others off.
'I'm a vampire,' Anya cut in before the others could complain. 'I look all pale and slutty, which leads me to believe that I am dressed as one,' she added, in her usual blunt fashion. She flashed a smile openly, as if the conversation had never happened.
'You too, luv. You've outdone yourself as well.' Nodding his head accusingly at Xander, he added derisively, 'unlike the wanker here.' A very pissed off looking Xander now turned to a very much affronted Xander at the sound of Spike's remark.
'Many thanks,' she beamed, with a happy look.
'Anya!' Her fiancée hissed at her, 'what did I say about Spike?' Anya sighed heavily, before releasing her previously rehearsed words from her mouth.
'I must only thank the evil, blood sucking monster known as Spike, only when he agrees to stake himself, thus ending our gut-wrenching misery and despair.' She paused for a moment, mouthing a small sorry at the peroxide vamp. 'There. I said it. Can you leave me alone now?' She protested in a child-like voice, with a pout of her lips.
'Can I get out of these bon- hang about-' he changed his tone, as he watched Buffy gracefully descend the stairs, in her Daphne costume. He let out a low whistle. 'Slayer,' he purred, 'you certainly know how to impress.' The Slayer's hands moved swiftly to her hips.
'So, he woke up then? She asked of Xander wearily. Xander nodded.
'Yes. Much to everyone's annoyance,' crossing his arms.
'Not everyone's,' Anya said quietly, not looking up.
'Okay, so we all ready now?' Buffy asked brightly, ticking her gaze over her friends.
'Yip,' the two Wiccans chimed in gleefully, whilst Dawn just nodded.
'Yes,' Anya added morosely, still not shifting her look.
'Wow, Buffy,' Willow began proudly, 'one look and Angel's gonna lose it!'
'What 'it'? There is no 'it'. He will keep his 'it',' she replied bluntly, shooting Willow down, albeit kindly.
'My bad,' she said softly, mentally chiding herself.
'The car ready, Xander?'
'Aye, aye captain!' he saluted, a wide grin appearing on his face. 'Sorry. Couldn't resist. '
'Xander, that was so lame,' Buffy said scornfully.
'Seconding that,' Willow chimed in. Tara agreed, but did not say anything.
'Yeah, even for you,' Dawn added disdainfully, shaking her head.
'Great,' Anya grumbled, 'I have a lameoid of a boyfriend who wants to marry me and who is dressed up as a pirate. Being a vengeance demon is so much easier,' she said spitefully, reminiscing on her vengeance days. Xander turned round wildly, astonished at their comments. Especially Anya's.
'Hold on a sec, since when did today become 'National Xander-bashing Day?'' he protested, injured by their words.
'Since the day you were bloody born,' Spike muttered sardonically. He secretly took pleasure at the young mans hurt. Anything that pissed off the wanker was music to his ears.
Chapter 5
Either it was the coldness of the floor or someone stepping on him, something woke Spike up. Although he was a vampire, and a powerful one at that, little things like that tended to piss him off. Ready to brandish his fists and fight, he found, much to his annoyance that he couldn't. Sweeping his icy-blue eyes over himself, he soon discovered the reason why. His limbs were bound firmly together with tight, restrictive rope. At this little espial, the vampire began to flash angry looks at the others, who deliberately ignored him.
'Who stepped on me?' he demanded heatedly, struggling to release himself.
'No one, Spike,' Dawn answered simply, flicking her pigtails behind her ears and focusing on something else. What the bleedin' hell was Nibblet looking at? He thought angrily. Spike craned his neck round to try and it for himself, but it was all in vain. The two witches, Red and Glinda stood in front him, blocking his view. Mustering all his strength, he began to rock vigorously from side to side, focusing all his energy on the tight bonds that were around his arms and ankles.
'What the fu-'
'Now Spikey,' Anya cut in sharply, 'no bad language in front of Dawnie.' Anya. So that's what the birds were looking at.
'Move out of my bloody way woman! ' He snarled at Willow, who obeyed immediately, lest she incur his wrath. Anya was already in her costume, and what a costume! She was attired in a blood-red corset top, which was so tight, that her chest almost reached her neck. The rest of her was easy on the eyes too. Leather pants clung to her legs, emphasising the shapeliness of them. To top off her outfit, she donned spike-heeled boots that were black as well. Her make- up and her hair made her look, well vampish.
A low growl rumbled in his throat.
'Hey ogle-meister!' Xander snapped, stepping protectively in front of his girlfriend. 'Keep your creepy, leering, undead eyes off of my girl!' Anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke, but all Spike could do was snort with laughter. 'Think that's funny?' he demanded furiously. With a patient sigh, and a roll of his blue eyes, the vampire spoke again.
'It's not that mate, but just what or who the hell are you meant to be?'
'I'm a pirate,' the young man said defensively, drawing himself up a bit. 'I got my eye patch, my hooked hand and my wooden leg. Which reminds me.I can stake you with!' he bit off, a hint of threat in his voice.
'It's his costume from a while ago,' Willow piped up eagerly, now joining in the conversation. 'So I'd watch it if I were you,' she said pointedly, waving a finger at Spike. The blonde vampire now acknowledged Willow. To her cat costume, she added pointy ears, which sat neatly on her head. Another growl rumbled in his throat as he viewed the redhead.
'Gotta hand to you, Red' he said, roaming his eyes over her,' you scrub up nicely when you need to,' he said leeringly, and giving her a knowing wink. Tara instinctively moved much more closely to her girlfriend, shielding her from Spike: as if we would suddenly jump up and bite her.
'That's my girlfriend you're talking about,' she said, her voice cold, completely un-Tara like. She shot him a poisoned glare, before laying a gentle arm on her lover's shoulder. Spike just chuckled again.
'You too Glinda,' he added suggestively, now looking at her. 'I can see why you two are an item.' Willow bit her lip agitatedly, as if she was holding back something offensive to say to Spike.
'What about me?' Dawn asked, as if craving some attention. The others aimed warning looks at him, before the vampire uttered his response.
'Can't say that I liked 'The Wizard of Oz,'' he said tiredly, somewhat waving her question away. 'But that Judy Garland bird was a bit of a looker,' he added saucily, knowing that it would piss the others off.
'I'm a vampire,' Anya cut in before the others could complain. 'I look all pale and slutty, which leads me to believe that I am dressed as one,' she added, in her usual blunt fashion. She flashed a smile openly, as if the conversation had never happened.
'You too, luv. You've outdone yourself as well.' Nodding his head accusingly at Xander, he added derisively, 'unlike the wanker here.' A very pissed off looking Xander now turned to a very much affronted Xander at the sound of Spike's remark.
'Many thanks,' she beamed, with a happy look.
'Anya!' Her fiancée hissed at her, 'what did I say about Spike?' Anya sighed heavily, before releasing her previously rehearsed words from her mouth.
'I must only thank the evil, blood sucking monster known as Spike, only when he agrees to stake himself, thus ending our gut-wrenching misery and despair.' She paused for a moment, mouthing a small sorry at the peroxide vamp. 'There. I said it. Can you leave me alone now?' She protested in a child-like voice, with a pout of her lips.
'Can I get out of these bon- hang about-' he changed his tone, as he watched Buffy gracefully descend the stairs, in her Daphne costume. He let out a low whistle. 'Slayer,' he purred, 'you certainly know how to impress.' The Slayer's hands moved swiftly to her hips.
'So, he woke up then? She asked of Xander wearily. Xander nodded.
'Yes. Much to everyone's annoyance,' crossing his arms.
'Not everyone's,' Anya said quietly, not looking up.
'Okay, so we all ready now?' Buffy asked brightly, ticking her gaze over her friends.
'Yip,' the two Wiccans chimed in gleefully, whilst Dawn just nodded.
'Yes,' Anya added morosely, still not shifting her look.
'Wow, Buffy,' Willow began proudly, 'one look and Angel's gonna lose it!'
'What 'it'? There is no 'it'. He will keep his 'it',' she replied bluntly, shooting Willow down, albeit kindly.
'My bad,' she said softly, mentally chiding herself.
'The car ready, Xander?'
'Aye, aye captain!' he saluted, a wide grin appearing on his face. 'Sorry. Couldn't resist. '
'Xander, that was so lame,' Buffy said scornfully.
'Seconding that,' Willow chimed in. Tara agreed, but did not say anything.
'Yeah, even for you,' Dawn added disdainfully, shaking her head.
'Great,' Anya grumbled, 'I have a lameoid of a boyfriend who wants to marry me and who is dressed up as a pirate. Being a vengeance demon is so much easier,' she said spitefully, reminiscing on her vengeance days. Xander turned round wildly, astonished at their comments. Especially Anya's.
'Hold on a sec, since when did today become 'National Xander-bashing Day?'' he protested, injured by their words.
'Since the day you were bloody born,' Spike muttered sardonically. He secretly took pleasure at the young mans hurt. Anything that pissed off the wanker was music to his ears.